It's not about the numbers,
what you feel is real.
Crystals, rays of light,
the taste of orange peel.
Open the mind, change the mind,
that's how we achieve.
Can't hurt to try, right?
It's what I believe.

[Race] Altered Human (Collector)
[Height] 7'1"
[Build] Lean, Athletic
[Hair] Stark White
[Eyes] Milky Ice Blue
[Age] Late Twenties/Early Thirties

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Owner of The Artifice
Located - Esus - The Floating Isle
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<Those that knew him when he first arrived in this realm as a mere human would take note of several changes to his person. First is the lack of his right eye, covered constantly with a black leather eye patch, while the other eye seems to shine with a celestial-blue glow; that of which conflicts with the set of infernal horns that sprout from just above each of his temples. One would also note his stature is quite larger as well, having an almost Ysgardian height to his form.>

His skin, tanned and conditioned by the desert sun of Zakhara, is pulled taught over his healthy form; not a stranger to performing his share of work while he lived his nomadic life among his tribesmen. Draped with heavy silks and light linens, sticking to neutral colors most of the time while reserving the more vivid colors for accessories and decoration. Underneath the layering of clothing, his body is covered from head to toe in arcane tattoos, mixed with religious scripts of the various deities in The Land of Fate. Intermingling into a rather impressive work of chromatic art, his body has become quite a canvas for such. From his head just above his temples sprout a set of horns; onyx black, each with their own unique adornments, from studs of gems to rings of precious metals.

He was a sorcerer and shaman for his tribe most of his life, and most importantly, a rather skilled sha'ir in dealing with the various genie that his people came upon in their nomadic lifestyle. Though his value and talent hardly earned him a pampered lifestyle, his body showing scars and calloused hands, muscles well formed on arms, legs, and torso alike gained through the various rigors of desert life.

If one were to get close to him and have a nose with an attention to detail, it would be noticeable that he does not coat his body with scented oils or perfumes to hide the musk that accompanies a body, though bathing regularly helps such from becoming too potent of a scent mixed with sweat and other substances. His clothing, taken care of just as his body, carries the smell of petrichor, enhanced by magical means due to it being something that he favors the scent of himself, reminding him of those rare days that it rained in the dry desert.
 

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